So, when Dominic Cobb (my godfather) retired, his pointman went freelance, and after a while ended up making a team out of his favorite forger and their favorite architect. A couple years (and nine months) later is where I come in.Kind of.That was 21 and a half years ago now and my folks have mostly retired, mostly, but the family business continues to thrive, and while I may not be at the top of the game, I'm pretty damn close.I can forge, but I prefer to build, and dad taught me everything he knows about info-gathering and intel. I'm kind of a jack-of-all-trades of the Dreamsharing community.I change dialects and accents as often as most people change their underwear, I've found, though, that middle-of-the-road British tends to suit me best.I get headaches once in a while, usually if I've died on a job, and even then generally only if it's something drawn out. Quick shot to the head doesn't usually cause them, slow death due to an impaled lung? Worst headache I've ever had.Name's Apollo, you can call me Pol.

(Apollo is an Inception-verse OC, and an Ariadne/Arthur/Eames OT3 baby. He's pure crack folks. The universe belongs to Nolan, the kid belongs to me, the face belongs to Ash Stymest. I make no profit from this nor would I really want to. Mun, muse and PB are all over 18

As of this post he has a blue fire-lizard, he's named it Mercury and it only shows up when he's dreaming, something of a secondary totem)